Hey! I know funny title, I'm a hoot and a half! Haha......
Well now its awkward, I wonder if its just awkward for me or for everyone reading it...
Anywho, Merry (late) Christmas everyone! With the holidays and family and a wishing for snow I haven't had much time to update so I'm sorry.
Update:
Christmas was amazing!!!!
I have only one ep of Doctor Who season 7 left (Started 4 weeks ago)
I'm on season 7 of Smallville ( I got them for christmas)
I'm addicted to triva crack!
Yeah thats about it...
How was you're Christmas everybody?
Monday, December 29, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Soooo, I'm a writer guys
Preface:
No one really knows when
babies start to understand concepts but this young boy did at barely the age of
two, he may not of complete comprehended it but he knew love when he felt it.
The little boy born with the jet black hair and bright blue eyes loved his
parents deeply.
No one knew how his parents died. All they knew was the neighbor heard the screams of the mother and father and he found them crumbled on the floor with the dark hair baby pushed far away from them. The neighbor picked up the baby and the dark haired, bright eyed little thing cried at the sight of his unmoving parents and the neighbor felt for the child and took him in as his own, with the help of his wife he hoped to raise the boy as his own along with his own boy. Several months later, once the baby was settled, the adoptive parents and adoptive brother died the same as the boy’s parents had. The baby went into foster care and wherever the baby went death followed. Soon no one wanted the baby because the rumors also followed him around. At age 13 the boy was placed in an all-boys home where the other boys picked on him. All the boys there, and the adults picked on him and no one showed kindness toward dark haired blue eyed boy. But the house mother did. She took care of him, cleaned his wounds when he was hurt, made sure he always had food when the other boys took his and loved him as if he were hers for she too was once an outcast and she felt for the boy. She treated him just like a mother would and in his eyes she was like a mother, not long after finally seeing her in that way and not like a nice woman doing her job, she died, just like all the others. It was this that made him understand, whenever he felt something akin to love if not love itself, people died. Whenever he loved someone they would die soon after he felt it. Finally knowing what his curse was the boy made the decision to withdraw from society. He would not speak unless spoken too, he would not interact more than demanded, and he would by any means necessary for as long as he was in the system he would stay away from families that wanted to foster or adopt him. This promise to himself and to those dead was short lived: a family, a wife and a husband, both scientist wanted to foster and then one day adopt the boy for they were curious about the rumors that followed him. But the boy promised himself not to get attached or love them because he could not handle killing anyone else. The boy retreated to books, it was his only escape, he especially loved comic books because there he would find people like him trying to cope and understand what they were going through, but whatever he got he marked out the author’s name because he was unsure how his curse worked and he didn’t want them to die because he liked the way they wrote. At 14 and still with the scientist, they decided it was time to put him in school because the rumors were starting to sound like they were just rumors and they wanted to test it, to test him. The boy put up a long fight but by Monday morning he was attending his first day of school. He made up stories in his head about the teachers, he made them all have bad backgrounds and tried to make them as mean as possible, and he couldn’t afford to even like anyone. He never spoke a word, not when greeted, not when called on, not ever at school. The children all thought that he thought he was too good for them and that he was stuck up and snobby so they bullied him and teachers pitied him for that.
No one knew how his parents died. All they knew was the neighbor heard the screams of the mother and father and he found them crumbled on the floor with the dark hair baby pushed far away from them. The neighbor picked up the baby and the dark haired, bright eyed little thing cried at the sight of his unmoving parents and the neighbor felt for the child and took him in as his own, with the help of his wife he hoped to raise the boy as his own along with his own boy. Several months later, once the baby was settled, the adoptive parents and adoptive brother died the same as the boy’s parents had. The baby went into foster care and wherever the baby went death followed. Soon no one wanted the baby because the rumors also followed him around. At age 13 the boy was placed in an all-boys home where the other boys picked on him. All the boys there, and the adults picked on him and no one showed kindness toward dark haired blue eyed boy. But the house mother did. She took care of him, cleaned his wounds when he was hurt, made sure he always had food when the other boys took his and loved him as if he were hers for she too was once an outcast and she felt for the boy. She treated him just like a mother would and in his eyes she was like a mother, not long after finally seeing her in that way and not like a nice woman doing her job, she died, just like all the others. It was this that made him understand, whenever he felt something akin to love if not love itself, people died. Whenever he loved someone they would die soon after he felt it. Finally knowing what his curse was the boy made the decision to withdraw from society. He would not speak unless spoken too, he would not interact more than demanded, and he would by any means necessary for as long as he was in the system he would stay away from families that wanted to foster or adopt him. This promise to himself and to those dead was short lived: a family, a wife and a husband, both scientist wanted to foster and then one day adopt the boy for they were curious about the rumors that followed him. But the boy promised himself not to get attached or love them because he could not handle killing anyone else. The boy retreated to books, it was his only escape, he especially loved comic books because there he would find people like him trying to cope and understand what they were going through, but whatever he got he marked out the author’s name because he was unsure how his curse worked and he didn’t want them to die because he liked the way they wrote. At 14 and still with the scientist, they decided it was time to put him in school because the rumors were starting to sound like they were just rumors and they wanted to test it, to test him. The boy put up a long fight but by Monday morning he was attending his first day of school. He made up stories in his head about the teachers, he made them all have bad backgrounds and tried to make them as mean as possible, and he couldn’t afford to even like anyone. He never spoke a word, not when greeted, not when called on, not ever at school. The children all thought that he thought he was too good for them and that he was stuck up and snobby so they bullied him and teachers pitied him for that.
This went on till he was
15. He foolishly believed his curse was over, that he forced himself to forget
love. But no one can forget it forever. One day they got a new student, a tall,
red headed, freckle faced girl that had her green eyes on a tall dark headed
blue eyed boy who foolishly let her. She sat with him during every class and
every lunch for three weeks. She heard the rumors and the stories the kids told
but she didn’t care, she wanted a friend and he seemed like the friendliest
person at school. On the four week she talked to him but he didn’t speak to
her. She thought maybe he was mute or just really shy and that was okay. This
went on for months and slowly he learned everything about her and she broke
down his walls and he felt himself falling in love with her. He pushed that as
far away as he could, as deep down as he could. One day they were at the park,
like they do every day after school. They sat on a pile of rocks and she talked
about everything and nothing and anything in between.
“Lila,” He whispered on that day. It was the first time she heard his voice. She stared wide eyed at him, thinking her ears played tricks on her.
“Drake?” She whispered back, tears welling up in her eyes. His voice was smooth and rich for a 15 year old.
“We need to stop. We need to stop this, us. It’s too dangerous for you.” He whispered, not looking into her eyes.
“I heard the rumors, and I don’t care. I don’t think those people died because of you. I really really like you, and I know it’s weird because I shouldn’t feel like I know you because you never talk, but I do, I do know you, I’ve talked to your foster parents and I know everything about you just like you know everything about me because we friends and friend’s should know this stuff. So it’s okay, this is okay, we are okay.” She rushed on, words falling over each other, she didn’t want to lose him, he saw that and it brought tears to his eyes as well.
“You don’t know everything.” Was the only thing he could think of to say at the time.
“Then tell me. Tell me so we can be okay, Drake, please, let us be okay.” If anyone had overheard the conversation they would have thought these two were much older than what they are because what she feels and what he denies is more than what most feel in a lifetime.
“They aren’t rumors,” He looked into her eyes and she watched tears streak down his face. “If I feel love or affection that person I feel it towards, dies.” Lila reached for his hand but he pulled back.
“Lila, we aren’t okay. If I let this go on, you will die, and I could never live with myself if you died because of me, because of my feelings for you.”
“I don’t care.” She whispered.
“You should, Lila, because this is real, I could kill you but I don’t want to.”
“We are real, what we have, this connection is real, Drake, nothing can stop it, don’t you see that?” She took his hand in hers and he didn’t pull back.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. And you should be too.”
“Drake, for the past few months, I have fallen in love with you, nothing can change that no matter how scared we might be. And I won’t leave without a fight, okay?” She placed her hand on his cheek and he leans into, feeling in more pain than ever before. He couldn’t love her. He couldn’t kill her. He wouldn’t, he would try everything in his power to keep the curse away from her.
“Lila, I’m so scared. But I have to be alone, it’s my curse to be alone. I can’t kill you, I can’t lose you like that. I have to be alone from now on.” He closed his eyes and let his pain wash over him like a wave, drowning his love for her. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her and it made it ten times harder.
“Let’s be alone together then.” Her voice was so hopeful it caused a sob to rise up in his throat.
“That didn’t work out last time.” He croaked out.
“Those were the worst three weeks in my life, Drake. If I’m going to die at least I’m not alone and I got to feel like this,” she placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. “I got to fall in love with a wonderful person and maybe we don’t get to have a long life together but we can this one moment, together… before it all ends.” He opened his eyes to see her looking more determined than ever before.
“Drake, I want to hear you say it. Say it and finally feel it for me.” Drake shook his head.
“It’s okay,” She pulled herself right into his lap and he held her tightly.
“I’m ready to die if that means we get to have us for even just this moment.” Lila leaned up and pressed her lips to his and he pulled her even closer to him and deepened the kiss, and on her lips he said, “I love you.” His feeling opened like a dam bursting and all the love he had forced down came rushing back up and melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around, her hands went into his hair, pulling themselves even closer. They pulled back and she started to fight for breath and she held in a scream of pain but her eyes never lost that love she held for him, she was truly ready to die for them. Tears rolled down even faster as he pressed his forehead to hers. She reached up and put her hand on his cheek. She tried to kiss him again but the action took too much effort, caused too much pain so she just lied there, in his arms, trying with all her might to speak to him one last time. With her last breath she managed a quiet, “I love you, Drake.” When all she wanted was to scream it to the heavens, but she couldn’t. Her breath slowed, her eyes dimmed and her body went limp in his arms. He pulled back staring at her darkened eyes. No, no, please. His thoughts cried.
“Please don’t go. I need you.” He begged as hugged her to his chest. All the love he felt got washed away with loss and hurt. He held her lifeless body and cried with so much pain that it turned into screams until he had nothing left to yell. Nothing left to cry. Nothing left to be.
“Lila,” He whispered on that day. It was the first time she heard his voice. She stared wide eyed at him, thinking her ears played tricks on her.
“Drake?” She whispered back, tears welling up in her eyes. His voice was smooth and rich for a 15 year old.
“We need to stop. We need to stop this, us. It’s too dangerous for you.” He whispered, not looking into her eyes.
“I heard the rumors, and I don’t care. I don’t think those people died because of you. I really really like you, and I know it’s weird because I shouldn’t feel like I know you because you never talk, but I do, I do know you, I’ve talked to your foster parents and I know everything about you just like you know everything about me because we friends and friend’s should know this stuff. So it’s okay, this is okay, we are okay.” She rushed on, words falling over each other, she didn’t want to lose him, he saw that and it brought tears to his eyes as well.
“You don’t know everything.” Was the only thing he could think of to say at the time.
“Then tell me. Tell me so we can be okay, Drake, please, let us be okay.” If anyone had overheard the conversation they would have thought these two were much older than what they are because what she feels and what he denies is more than what most feel in a lifetime.
“They aren’t rumors,” He looked into her eyes and she watched tears streak down his face. “If I feel love or affection that person I feel it towards, dies.” Lila reached for his hand but he pulled back.
“Lila, we aren’t okay. If I let this go on, you will die, and I could never live with myself if you died because of me, because of my feelings for you.”
“I don’t care.” She whispered.
“You should, Lila, because this is real, I could kill you but I don’t want to.”
“We are real, what we have, this connection is real, Drake, nothing can stop it, don’t you see that?” She took his hand in hers and he didn’t pull back.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. And you should be too.”
“Drake, for the past few months, I have fallen in love with you, nothing can change that no matter how scared we might be. And I won’t leave without a fight, okay?” She placed her hand on his cheek and he leans into, feeling in more pain than ever before. He couldn’t love her. He couldn’t kill her. He wouldn’t, he would try everything in his power to keep the curse away from her.
“Lila, I’m so scared. But I have to be alone, it’s my curse to be alone. I can’t kill you, I can’t lose you like that. I have to be alone from now on.” He closed his eyes and let his pain wash over him like a wave, drowning his love for her. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her and it made it ten times harder.
“Let’s be alone together then.” Her voice was so hopeful it caused a sob to rise up in his throat.
“That didn’t work out last time.” He croaked out.
“Those were the worst three weeks in my life, Drake. If I’m going to die at least I’m not alone and I got to feel like this,” she placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. “I got to fall in love with a wonderful person and maybe we don’t get to have a long life together but we can this one moment, together… before it all ends.” He opened his eyes to see her looking more determined than ever before.
“Drake, I want to hear you say it. Say it and finally feel it for me.” Drake shook his head.
“It’s okay,” She pulled herself right into his lap and he held her tightly.
“I’m ready to die if that means we get to have us for even just this moment.” Lila leaned up and pressed her lips to his and he pulled her even closer to him and deepened the kiss, and on her lips he said, “I love you.” His feeling opened like a dam bursting and all the love he had forced down came rushing back up and melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around, her hands went into his hair, pulling themselves even closer. They pulled back and she started to fight for breath and she held in a scream of pain but her eyes never lost that love she held for him, she was truly ready to die for them. Tears rolled down even faster as he pressed his forehead to hers. She reached up and put her hand on his cheek. She tried to kiss him again but the action took too much effort, caused too much pain so she just lied there, in his arms, trying with all her might to speak to him one last time. With her last breath she managed a quiet, “I love you, Drake.” When all she wanted was to scream it to the heavens, but she couldn’t. Her breath slowed, her eyes dimmed and her body went limp in his arms. He pulled back staring at her darkened eyes. No, no, please. His thoughts cried.
“Please don’t go. I need you.” He begged as hugged her to his chest. All the love he felt got washed away with loss and hurt. He held her lifeless body and cried with so much pain that it turned into screams until he had nothing left to yell. Nothing left to cry. Nothing left to be.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
148 Pageviews?!
You guys are awesome for getting this blog 148 pageviews! And I am lame for not posting sooner... Can I blame life for getting in the way? I'm going to blame life for getting in the way...
ANYWHO!!
I want to give a quick shout out to the US for the 128 pageviews you guys rock!
And I want to give a even bigger shout out to FRANCE (YES FREAKING FRANCE HAS VIEWED MY BLOG) for giving me 11 pageview! You guys are so freaking amazing and cool!
And vous les gars roche. Which google is saying means you guys rock in french sooo. Yeah. I'm super pumped.
This post is super large text because I'm super pumped as I explained above ^^^
ANYWHO!!
I want to give a quick shout out to the US for the 128 pageviews you guys rock!
And I want to give a even bigger shout out to FRANCE (YES FREAKING FRANCE HAS VIEWED MY BLOG) for giving me 11 pageview! You guys are so freaking amazing and cool!
And vous les gars roche. Which google is saying means you guys rock in french sooo. Yeah. I'm super pumped.
This post is super large text because I'm super pumped as I explained above ^^^
^_^
P.S. I know that doesn't equal 148 so blogger must be missing some view counts somewhere or something...
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Book Club!!
http://fsplyouthservices.blogspot.com/2014/11/teen-book-club-page-turners-library.html
Ta-da! You guys all need to go to book club (If you live in Fort Smith AR that is) :)
Love you all!
Ta-da! You guys all need to go to book club (If you live in Fort Smith AR that is) :)
Love you all!
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Nerdy Heaven
Me and Braden with Dark Mal.
Me with Mystic and NightCrawler
Me with Lucy from FairyTail
Me with the Riddler and her... I forgot her character name.
Me and Braden with Kitrto and Asuna (Soo spelled wrong) from Sword Art Online
Me, Braden, and Travis with some bounty hunters from Star Wars!
Me with some authors from the panel 'Strong female characters'
Me with The Arrow and Huntresses(?)
Me shooting deadpool in the head.
Me and freakin' Gambit. (I love gambit so much)
Jack Frost, Elsa, me, Anna, Kristoh(misspelled I think)
Braden and Slade
Me and Braden and Travis with Young Justice
Us with a Sword Art Online Season 2 Character (I haven't seen that one yet)
Dad with Predeter (I can't spell I'm Sorry!)
Zombie Rick
Me and Travis with the freaking X-Men
Me and Slade
Me and freaking Adam Simon!!! He even gave me a hug. I loved his pannel on 'script writing, from script to screen'
Us and Hawk Girl
Comic Con was in a word, amazing!!!!!
Thursday, November 6, 2014
FairyTail fail.
Fail 1:
Me: "HE LOVES HER!"
Braden: "Well duh."
Fail 2:
Me: "Those two would be so cute together!"
Braden: "Seanna, those two are brother and sister..."
Braden: "Seanna, those two are brother and sister..."
Me: "Oh..."
So yeah, I can't pick out the sibling or the ones who love each other.
Netflix is Bae
Okay so while in TX I'm staying at my aunt and uncles waiting for his doctors appointment to be over. So I've been on Netflix a lot once I finish up my homework. I've been watching this Anime called "Fairy Tail" and at first I thought it was really stupid at first but then my brother made me watch more of it and it is really good, really, really good. I love Grey, he is so funny and a great character I just love him.
Another few animes I love are, Clannad, Clannad: After Story, and Sword Art Online, and now of course Fairy Tail.
Okay, I'm done going on about my fave animes but you should go watch them right now!
Another few animes I love are, Clannad, Clannad: After Story, and Sword Art Online, and now of course Fairy Tail.
Okay, I'm done going on about my fave animes but you should go watch them right now!
Monday, November 3, 2014
Chemistry, do we really need it?
I'm having to learn all of these compound names of chemicals for chemistry and mom says I will need to know this stuff (because I was complaining about it) for real life (college) but riddle me this, will I really need to know the compound symbol for trihydroxidooxidophosphorus phosphoric acid? I'm thinking no.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Comic-Con is Saturday
I am geeking out guys! I'm going to Tulsa Saturday to go to Comic Con and I'm sooooo pumped!! I'm thinking of getting my picture with Lou Ferrigno ^_^ . I just love Lou Ferrigno and it's only $45.00 and an extra $15.00 for a digital copy. $60.00 bucks for the whole thing so I'm thinking yes. :) I'm just so ready for Saturday!
Comic Con is Saturday!
Comic Con is Saturday!
Comic Con is Saturday!
Comic Con is Saturday!
Comic Con is Saturday!
Comic Con!!!!!!!!!!
Is!!!!!
Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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...Okay I think I'm good now.
1989
I love Taylor Swift's new CD!
I love:
Style,
All You Had To Do Was Stay,
Shake It Off,
I Wish You Would,
Bad Blood,
Wildest Dreams,
How You Get The Girl,
I Know Places,
and
Wonderland.
It is amazing! I love listening them over and over again. I guess this makes me a typical white girl now, huh?
Saturday, November 1, 2014
A little background info
Hey everyone I'm Brittney Cole and this post is little bit on my and my family.
Me:
Me:
- I am 17 years old.
- I am homeschooled by my mom and I go to a homeschool co-op called Grace Academy on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
- I am an unpublished Author
- I am a big sister, my brother is Braden, he is 15.
- I have three friends who I love to death, Kara, Conner, and Peter.
- I am single, not that it matters, I don't care at the moment.
- I like drawing, though I'm no good at it.
- I like taking pictures and editing them
- I'm into superheroes
- I'm into Disney
- I love musicals
- I like singing, but I can't carry a tune in a bucket.
- I'm not very good at listing things.
My mom and dad have been together forever it seems like. My brother Braden and I are really close. Umm, I'm sure you'll find out more about them as time goes on.
I started this blog because I have a writing blog and a babysitting blog but no personal blog and I don't want to block up the other blogs. SO here we go lets see how this goes.
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